The week the Senate debated a bill that would revoke health care for millions, I was trying to feed my son, who was wailing from hunger. A tube extended up his tiny nose, pumping breast milk and extra calories into his belly. I rubbed his cheek, careful not to disturb the tape holding the tube in place. The fortified milk upset his stomach; he cried and vomited and cried again—a pained, scared sound. I shut off the feed and let him fall asleep against my chest. I knew he’d lose weight if he couldn’t finish his feedings, but I couldn’t bear to hear him cry like that.
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